Wrath of Man is an ambitious head-scratcher, and whether that’s a recommendable compliment or an indictable offense I leave it up to you to decide.

Jordan has charisma to burn, and if a series born from Without Remorse does materialize, I’m curious to see how the actor’s portrayal evolves with each new installment.

If Mortal Kombat lived up to the beauteous butchery of its bookends, this would be the greatest video game-to-film adaptation ever made.

What keeps Thunder Force from falling to pieces is that it’s just so pleasantly affable.

Wonder Woman 1984 is worthwhile mainly because its sense of hopeful uplift is genuine.

Their face-off is a violently over-the-top slug-fest that lands the majority of its punches, and the ultimate victors are audiences who purchased a ring-side ticket to see these two warriors slug it out in the pursuit of apex predator supremacy.

Nobody whacked me square in the face. I wouldn’t have wanted it any other way.

Gareth Edwards’ Godzilla hasn’t looked this incredible since it played in theaters.

Cosmic Sin never comes together, drifting in space like a misbegotten artifact of a bygone filmmaking era its makers seem to be going purposefully out of their way to emulate as poorly as they possibly can.